She Wore a Yellow Ribbon Page #2

...only six more days to go...

...and your old Nathan will be

out of the Army.

Haven't decided what I'll do yet.

Somehow, I just can't

picture myself...

...back there on the banks

of the Wabash...

...rocking on the front porch.

No, I've been thinking...

...l'd maybe push on West.

New settlements, California.

We had some sad news today, Mary.

George Custer was killed.

His whole command.

Miles IKeogh. You remember Miles.

Happy-go-lucky Irishman.

Who used to waltz so well with you.

Yeah, I know.

I guess I was a little jealous.

Never could waltz myself.

Well, I'm taking the troop out

in the morning. Cheyennes around.

I'm to pick up the patrols

and drive them on back north.

It'll probably be

my last mission, Mary.

Hard to believe, isn't it?

Hard to believe.

I hope I'm not intruding, captain.

But I've watched you come

out here to your family...

...and so I brought you this.

I appreciate this very much.

It's cyclamen. It's a Greek word.

It means rabbit's ears.

My wife called them flaming arrows.

She was fond of gardening.

I'm sorry I was such a fool

this morning.

You made a fool of two lieutenants.

That's never against regulations.

- Then I'm forgiven?

- Forgiven!

Good night, captain.

Good night, miss.

Thank you.

She's a nice girl, Mary.

Reminds me of you.

Time, sir.

Well, old comrade,

the last patrol, eh?

Yeah. The last of many.

- Five more.

- Three.

- Five more!

- Three!

Can't you count?

I mean three more weeks

before I retire, sir.

Well, days, weeks,

what's the difference?

- You gonna stand there?

- Sorry.

Don't apologize.

It's a sign of weakness.

- Ready?

- Ready, sir.

Good morning.

- Hochbauer!

- Morning.

- Well, once again, De Rice, huh?

- Yes, sir.

Good morning, men.

- What's this? Hochbauer!

- Yes, sir.

- What's this?

- Orders by Major Allshard.

- There's no wagon goes on this patrol.

- Orders, sir.

- Orders, huh?

- Yes, sir.

Morning, sir.

- Sidesaddle, Riley?

- Sidesaddle, sir.

Sidesaddle!

- Major Allshard, what in blazes...?

- I know. The wagon.

Yes. A wagon full of women's junk!

I can't hamper this patrol.

Particularly this patrol.

I'm sending my wife and her niece.

They'll go as far as Sudro's Wells.

They'll head east from there.

That's an order.

- I protest.

- I expected you to. Put it in writing.

I intend to!

Nathan, I sat up

half the night with this.

I can't keep the Dandridge girl here.

She ain't Army.

- I'll say! For these reasons.

- Coffee?

One... No. Yes.

There is a party of Cheyenne

Dog Soldiers raiding this territory.

- I think every woman...

- How many R's in "territory"?

Two.

Men, I want you to pay strict

attention to what I gotta say.

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